Chapter Five

A few hours earlier…

“Lance Jacosa! Doesn’t look like you changed at all since I was last here, despite Elissa telling me you were wasting away for want of a meeting.”

That voice! Those twinkling blue eyes. It was him. The one man in the world, save his Neta, who made Lance quake with nervousness.

Fuck.

He walked over cautiously—like any predator worth his salt would when about to engage with someone of equal, or perhaps greater, power—to greet the older male Witch.

Energy buzzed around the man in the form of tiny blue sparks. Lance’s Tiger approved of his aura, seemed impressed by the wealth of magic the male seemed to have at his disposal. It was undeniable. Uncle Uzzi’s magnetic pull was damn near impossible to resist.

Dammit.

He had been hoping to go unnoticed. Admitting he had cold feet was embarrassing as fuck for a male in Lance’s position. Still, he could not help but feel wary. What could he possibly have to offer a mate?